Easter Saturday

Today is a day of quiet contemplation. I want to be alone with my thoughts and wrap myself in this veil of mourning until dawn. I busy my hands while my mind dwells where it wants to be.

When was Palm Sunday?  I missed it. Was it last Sunday?

After wringing every last drop of life she could out of this world, my aunt died at the Cleveland Clinic last Sunday night. The call came at exactly midnight, but I already knew she was gone because a strong sense that my grandmother was waiting for her had already washed over me.

On Thursday, we committed her body to the earth.

I did not “share” on social media because I did not want to hear (or read) any of whatever you call words that people say when other people die, words that I myself have been guilty of saying. I have learned that a simple “I love you” is enough. Or, better yet… type < and a 3 together to make a heart.

Today, I prepare for my own little sunrise service.




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